To Be Determined (feat. JF Letters, Miki P & Adee Dancy)

from Among Friends by The Sextet

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to be in a determined state of mind


First you start with a cloud
comprising mostly hydrogen
invite your friends to your house
and then you try to make it spin
water in the drain, buzzards in the desert,
all these soliloquies in my brain,
circle, spiral, speed up
till you feel it heat up
it’s collapsing, gravitational attraction,
you can’t always see it in these early stages
protostars don’t shine in visible ranges
what I’m trying to say is
if you have bet
against us that’s a bad bet
‘cause you ain’t heard the half yet
cast off my chrysalis,
chromosphere is red delicious,
it’s too late for Icarus,
planets form in orbit now,
the groove we leave in the spatial fabric is significant
but the kicker is
heavier you get the more you burn
one and one makes two
cooking up this helium,
that’s just the way it works

To be determined...

I’m not into losing
polishing my plumage
I don’t go see movies rather stay at home and touch the muses
I don’t go to parties ‘cause I’m insecure about my hubris
and that’s just as well I’ve got a million things on my to-do list
walking on the moon
I cannot dispute
I'm aloof
living with a skewed
point of view
ignoring rebuke
I assume
what I’m trying to prove
beg your pardon, not the most rational guy
(rational guy)
so much loneliness, I ought to be able to capitalize
now you see me now you don’t
minute hand
punch me in the throat
this is a not a test
not a joke
either die first or meet the goal
all or nothing never sweet and low
hare and the tortoise applies
either flare up and perish or bide
if I’m lucky, appear in the sky

To be determined...

I cannot give up
when the sun is up, I’m hopping up
every mountain top I gotta touch
schematics that I’m drawing up like
Captain Nemo with the Nautilus
used to heavy marijuana puff
nowadays I clean my body up
only put my lip on coffee cups
eat my broccoli and squash and such
do my push-up and my squat and such
I keep in shape
I rarely go the easy way,
I almost never crave a piece of cake
every day a steeplechase
find a beat and syncopate
I don’t have no Facebook account
because you only see the face
I prefer a deeper take
don’t like for no middle man to mediate
so I insulate
from the fickle-minded dialog that people say
start to incubate
in my solitude imagination germinate
I reverberate
From the internal to external determined fate

To be determined
even though the condition seems to worsen
never cease and desist,
rather persist
or beset in fists
barricaded entrance
unbroken for centuries
leapt on
dreams uncoupled to the Higgs field
gambling like Roy and Siegfried
what magic will yield
alchemical treatments of love
forging platinum from blood
family grudges like pales
in the common ground
acerbic heads of the id skewered on top
birthday parties the ribbons of which you can only guess
god bless
keep on trucking,
past the fishhook willows
snagging what zips through running
planted by the skittish
ineffectual mucous-based lifeform
with whom I share a lens
the old world upended
the new world impends
careening at slow speeds over hurdles dandelion-high
woe is I
the florist who spent all his time
in search of rare seeds
finding none
and inventories meager
when Valentine’s comes
the proud tramp
the indignant leper
inventing treasures
the off-cameraman, the indirector
spindly and cold-foot, for the patiently waiting
the gate yet unopened, I’m still the joint casing
a fool and his focus soon part
scoff-stacks belching, shoot plumes high and dark
me losing marks, can’t resist to engage
and argue myself into the counterpart’s grave
a wise man is not stuck in his ways
keeps the earplugs handy
never eager to answer a question that can’t be
I find myself most unwise
Gollum his precious
Jeffrey his pride
and flush my face with coats of scarlet
a young starlet
respect the grind or beg pardon


from Among Friends, released September 6, 2019
lyrics by JF Letters
music by Robert Castillo

Trevor Turla - trombone
Peter Marter - guitar


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